I Wonder

I wonder what it would be like To stand on top of that tree there On the tip of the top of that mountain I wonder what that would be like I wonder what it would be like To see from the tip of that tree To look down on all the world I wonder what that would be I wonder if I would be scared To stand on the tip of that tree I wonder if I would look down And all the earth I would see Would the wind rustle right through my hair? Would I reach up and touch the clouds? Would the weather be bright and fair? Or the world hidden under a shroud? Would the clouds roll 'neath me like waves? Would I be thrashed by thunder and rain? I think this while I look at that tree I wonder what it would be like